Ye Lin tossed aside the branch in his hand, held the Chaos Sword Casket, and took a single step. In an instant, he appeared high above the heavens.
One step covered ten thousand meters, shrinking the earth into an inch.
"Keep up."
With that, Ye Lin stepped out again and again. In the blink of an eye, even his back had vanished, while Tang Qingru's face was filled with shock. Could he really have sensed something?
"Hahaha, Brother Murong, your elder brother is here! Tsk, tsk, tsk—who wounded Brother Murong into such a state?"
Within the sea of thunderclouds in the sky, a figure slowly emerged.
His upper body was bare, exposed to the air. Several mysterious runes were inscribed across his chest, with bolts of lightning flowing over them.
His hair stood on end, lightning slithering between the strands.
Bolts of lightning as thick as arms also continuously coursed around his body.
He narrowed his eyes and looked down at the weakly breathing Murong Hanxuan, teasing him.
"Long Wu, you finally came. Judging by your aura now, you must have caught a mouse, right?"
Looking at his friend towering high above him, Murong Hanxuan gave a forced, insincere smile. He tried his best to pull out an utterly ugly grin.
This man had once merely been his little tagalong, his cultivation not even worth mentioning. But now, looking at his friend radiating the aura of a mid-stage Heavenly Immortal, bathed head to toe in the power of lightning, a surge of resentment inevitably rose in his heart.
What followed was a bellyful of fury. If not for Ye Lin, how could he possibly have ended up like this?
Back then, this fellow had only ever called him big brother. Every "Big Brother" had sounded so pleasing. But now? He